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It's cultivated by every modern woman. Instead of thinking in a straight line they're taught it's correct to think in a corkscrew. You never know where to have 'em." "That's their artfulness," said I. "Who can blame them?" Meanwhile Liosha, pursued by Barbara, had rushed to her bedroom, where she burst into a passion of tears. Jaff Chayne, she wailed, had always treated her like dirt.
And at last she said: "If I were a woman like you and wouldn't marry a man who loved me like Jaff Chayne, and who had done for me all that Jaff Chayne had done for you, I'd pray to God to blast me and fill my body with worms." And then she burst out of the room, and, like a child seeking protection, came and threw herself down by my side.
I read: "Dear Jaff Chayne, "As you are my Trustee, I guess I ought to tell you what I'm going to do. I'm going to marry Ras Fendihook " I looked up. "But you told me the man was married already." "He is. Read on." "We are going to be married at once. We are going to be married at Havre in France.
But to Jaffery it was no smiling matter. "Look here, Hilary," he said hoarsely, "don't you think it would be better for me to cut the whole thing and go away right now?" "Go away ?" I stared at him. "What for?" "Why should I force myself on that poor, tortured child? Think of her feelings towards me. She must loathe the sound of my name." "Jaff Chayne," said I, "I believe you're afraid of mice."
Old Jaff knew this. One gigantic crab-shell filled with Barbara's juicy witchery and flanked by cool pink, meaty claws would be there for his own individual delectation. Several times before had he taken the dish, with a "One man, one crab. Ho! ho! ho!" and had left nothing but clean shells. "I'm going to dress this crab," said Barbara, "for the sake of the servants.
I noticed that it was she who first broke away from the clamour of greeting and gave directions as to the transport of their "dunnage." Jaffery followed her with the tail of his eye; then turned to me with a bass chuckle. "We're a sort of Jaff Chayne and Co., according to her, and she thinks she's managing director. Ho! ho! ho!" He put his arm round my shoulder and suddenly grew serious.
There was something pathetically tender in the gathering of the child to him. Barbara with her delicate woman's sense felt the harmonics of chords swept within him. And when we reached home and were alone together, she said with tears very near her eyes: "Poor old Jaff. What a waste of a life!" "My dear," I replied, "so said Doria.
Doria switched her knee away sharply, as her vision of sunset and gulls and blue sea and a clematis-covered house vanished from before her eyes, and she found herself on her balcony with Jaff Chayne. "What do you mean?" she asked. "You know very well what I mean." He rose like a leviathan and made a step towards her. The three-foot balustrade of the balcony seemed to come to his ankles.
But I have a right to speak, Jaff Chayne. Haven't I?" Jaffery's mind went back to the Bedlam of the slithering cargo. He turned to Doria. "Let her say what she wants." "I want nothing!" cried Liosha. "Nothing for myself. Not a thing! But I want Jaff Chayne to be happy. You think you know all he has done for you, but you don't. You don't know a bit.
I glanced apprehensively across the strip of lawn. "I hope, for his sake, he's not calling Barbara 'old girl." "He calls everybody funny names," Susan chimed in. "See what a lot he called me." "Does your Royal Fairy Highness approve of him?" asked Jaffery. "I should think so, Uncle Jaff," she replied fervently. "He's he's marvelious!"
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